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A not dissimilar theme as it is worked out by Daudet in "Le Petite Chose" is beautiful in its pathos; in "Jude" there is something shuddering about the arbitrary piling-up of horror; the modesty of nature is overstept; it is not a truly proportioned view of life, one feels; if life were really so bad as that, no one would be willing to live it, much less exhibit the cheerfulness which is characteristic of the majority of human beings.
Therefore, let us believe in and practice the worship of God, 'praying always' as St. Paul says, 'with all prayer and supplication in the Spirit, or as St. Jude says, 'building up yourselves on your most holy faith, praying in the Holy Spirit."
Jude screwed himself up to heroic key; and replied: MY DEAR SUE, Of course I wish you joy! And also of course I will give you away. What I suggest is that, as you have no house of your own, you do not marry from your school friend's, but from mine. It would be more proper, I think, since I am, as you say, the person nearest related to you in this part of the world.
Your mother soon afterwards died she drowned herself, in short, and your father went away with you to South Wessex, and never came here any more." Jude recalled his father's silence about North Wessex and Jude's mother, never speaking of either till his dying day. "It was the same with your father's sister.
"You seem to think nobody would want me I guess they would if I wanted them!" The girl was worn out; racked by the emotions that were reflected from the new attitude of others toward her. And now Jude came around the table again. This time he walked steadily, and he was quite himself. The best self he had ever yet been. "I want you Joyce God knows I do." "He said you did." "Who?" "He Mr. Gaston."
"The Big Hog, then, has had his bristles singed with all this: the people despise him. Orleans is the people's favourite. What if the Galley-on-Land should put Orleans on the throne?" "Good!" cried the Admiral. The Big Bench broke into excited comment. "Citizen Jude is admirable." Their leader went on, "Nothing could be more acceptable than the money of a friend to the people.
The only thing that keeps me steady is believing that you don't love me." Judith smiled curiously. Douglas lifted her hands from his shoulders. "Don't torture me, Jude," he said, his voice husky and his fingers uncertain, as he lighted a cigarette. "I wouldn't torture you, any more than I'd torture myself," replied Judith.
"If he's such a fool, let him be!" she said. "I can do no more." Jude was at that moment in a railway train that was drawing near to Alfredston, oddly swathed, pale as a monumental figure in alabaster, and much stared at by other passengers.
"Because I can see you through your feathers, my poor little bird!" Her hand lay on the table, and Jude put his upon it. Sue drew hers away. "That's absurd, Sue," cried he, "after what we've been talking about! I am more strict and formal than you, if it comes to that; and that you should object to such an innocent action shows that you are ridiculously inconsistent!"
When they were in the streets she said: "I don't know what our landlord will say to my bringing you home in this state. I expect we are fastened out, so that he'll have to come down and let us in." "I don't know I don't know." "That's the worst of not having a home of your own. I tell you, Jude, what we had best do. Come round to my father's I made it up with him a bit to-day.
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